It was pitched dark for a long time.
We tried to knock, but we stumbled about.
We were crouched, squeezed in like a tiny
ball.
Tiny bits of fear started pounding into our
hearts.
We couldn’t see.
We try calling out loudly, but no one hears
us.
That didn’t felt right, then we tried to push
through the doors.
We cry out in terror when we realize that it’s
lock.
A glimpse of air and light, and we screamed
out to her in fright.
We feel an icy chill, as she laughs with all
her might.
Suffocated and struggling, under a cotton pillow.
Strangled, against a wall, our tears starts to roll.
Detest and fear, too much for a young child.
so, she pretends and smile, like it's just a game.
just a game, just a game, all these memories are not real.
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